his need drove him. His thrusts were easier now, as her slick excitement coated his shaft. A moan passed her lips as he thrust again, stopping deep inside her to rotate his 40
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hips. The head of his cock pressing inside her in ways that made her eyes roll back in her head.
She ground her hips against his, needing more as the tension in her belly spread out. Her whole body tightened in anticipation, her clit aching as he drove her nearer and nearer to her climax.
"That's it, let it go babe," he murmured in a soft voice, kissing along her neck. His lips hit the spot behind her ear and she nearly did, a shudder running down her spine. "Come for me Zette. I want to feel you come all over my cock."
That did it. His voice, the crude words whispered so softly, his hard cock driving into her soft depths. She shuddered again, her body tightening to breaking point and then beyond.
She cried out, his name on her lips as she shattered apart in his arms. Coming harder than she could recall before.
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Chapter 3
She was beautiful. There was no other word for it. JJ lay on his side, the early morning sun creeping around the edges of the long drapes at the windows as he studied the woman lying next to him.
Her hair was fanned out on the pillow around her, its rich darkness a marked contrast to the white bedding beneath. A tumbled mass of silken curls he ached to touch, remembering the feel of it against his skin through the night.
He gave into temptation, reaching out to wind a dark strand around his finger. His hazel eyes were unguarded for once. Thoughtful. JJ was not a man who relaxed around others. He'd learned that lesson early on in life.
They'd made love three times in the night. He paused, stopping his train of thoughts in its tracks. Sex. It was just sex. Admittedly it was damn good sex but it was just sex all the same. JJ didn't do anything else. Talk about 'making love'
and women got the wrong idea. Hell, even thinking that way was dangerous. Before you knew it they were looking at bridal magazines and talking about seating plans.
But that was the point wasn't it? He needed to get married to circumvent the clause in his grandfather's will. And he wanted Zette, no one else would do. So what did it matter if he let her start thinking that way...
He shook himself. No, it still didn't mean they needed to be bandying the 'L' word around too much. It was a marriage of convenience, his convenience. Zette didn't need to know 42
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that though. A brief pang of guilt speared through his chest, his eyes following the soft curve of her cheek and the flutter of her eyelashes as she slept. Quickly he shrugged it off.
It was sex. Nothing more. But whatever it was, he hadn't been able to get enough. Whether fast and furious like the first time up against the door, or slow and sensual like the last time. He'd woken her in the early hours, hard and aching with need despite the fact he'd already taken her twice before. She'd been sleepy, protesting his advances a little.
But he'd had a lifetime of knowing how to get exactly what he wanted and he was nothing if not persuasive.
The result had been Zette moaning in pleasure, her curvy body under his as he pounded into her, rotating his hips so she got the maximum pleasure out of their joining. When she'd come, the rapture on her face and the tight grip of her body around his had tipped him over the edge. More than tipped, that was far too tame for the way she made him feel.
Hurtled him over the edge would be more accurate. Hurtling him over the edge and straight into the most intense orgasm he could remember.
He frowned, creases forming on his brow. In fact, last night they'd all been pretty damn good. His body tightened, his cock hard in an instant at the memory of her wrapped around him. All tight, wet heat. The kind of feeling that made a guy, made him, just want to sink into her
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hips. The head of his cock pressing inside her in ways that made her eyes roll back in her head.
She ground her hips against his, needing more as the tension in her belly spread out. Her whole body tightened in anticipation, her clit aching as he drove her nearer and nearer to her climax.
"That's it, let it go babe," he murmured in a soft voice, kissing along her neck. His lips hit the spot behind her ear and she nearly did, a shudder running down her spine. "Come for me Zette. I want to feel you come all over my cock."
That did it. His voice, the crude words whispered so softly, his hard cock driving into her soft depths. She shuddered again, her body tightening to breaking point and then beyond.
She cried out, his name on her lips as she shattered apart in his arms. Coming harder than she could recall before.
[Back to Table of Contents]
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Rockstar
by Mina Carter
Chapter 3
She was beautiful. There was no other word for it. JJ lay on his side, the early morning sun creeping around the edges of the long drapes at the windows as he studied the woman lying next to him.
Her hair was fanned out on the pillow around her, its rich darkness a marked contrast to the white bedding beneath. A tumbled mass of silken curls he ached to touch, remembering the feel of it against his skin through the night.
He gave into temptation, reaching out to wind a dark strand around his finger. His hazel eyes were unguarded for once. Thoughtful. JJ was not a man who relaxed around others. He'd learned that lesson early on in life.
They'd made love three times in the night. He paused, stopping his train of thoughts in its tracks. Sex. It was just sex. Admittedly it was damn good sex but it was just sex all the same. JJ didn't do anything else. Talk about 'making love'
and women got the wrong idea. Hell, even thinking that way was dangerous. Before you knew it they were looking at bridal magazines and talking about seating plans.
But that was the point wasn't it? He needed to get married to circumvent the clause in his grandfather's will. And he wanted Zette, no one else would do. So what did it matter if he let her start thinking that way...
He shook himself. No, it still didn't mean they needed to be bandying the 'L' word around too much. It was a marriage of convenience, his convenience. Zette didn't need to know 42
Rockstar
by Mina Carter
that though. A brief pang of guilt speared through his chest, his eyes following the soft curve of her cheek and the flutter of her eyelashes as she slept. Quickly he shrugged it off.
It was sex. Nothing more. But whatever it was, he hadn't been able to get enough. Whether fast and furious like the first time up against the door, or slow and sensual like the last time. He'd woken her in the early hours, hard and aching with need despite the fact he'd already taken her twice before. She'd been sleepy, protesting his advances a little.
But he'd had a lifetime of knowing how to get exactly what he wanted and he was nothing if not persuasive.
The result had been Zette moaning in pleasure, her curvy body under his as he pounded into her, rotating his hips so she got the maximum pleasure out of their joining. When she'd come, the rapture on her face and the tight grip of her body around his had tipped him over the edge. More than tipped, that was far too tame for the way she made him feel.
Hurtled him over the edge would be more accurate. Hurtling him over the edge and straight into the most intense orgasm he could remember.
He frowned, creases forming on his brow. In fact, last night they'd all been pretty damn good. His body tightened, his cock hard in an instant at the memory of her wrapped around him. All tight, wet heat. The kind of feeling that made a guy, made him, just want to sink into her
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